OLD JOURNAL ENTRY

(COPIED FROM AN OLD PAPER JOURNAL)
OCTOBER 6, 1999.

Dear Diary,

I am very disappointed and frustrated with myself. I went for physiotherapy. The therapist was so distracted. It definitely wasn’t worth $50. Why didn’t I say something? Why do I let people walk all over me? Why am I so insecure? Why does it bother me when I tell people how I feel or what I think?
It is dark at my mother’s foster home. He definitely needs more light. He is a super man but even he has his limitations and faults!
My very best friend! Why does she think I have to change my appointments to accommodate everyone else? I never realized just how weak she is. I feel I am much stronger than her. Why does she need jewels etc? On the other hand do I feel I am not worth it? I don’t need material things from hubby to know he cares. For me the important thing that he goes out fo his way for me.